Page 8 of Wolf Reborn

He was never out of control, exactly, just keyed up. Edgy. Ready to jump into anything with both feet, which wasn’t something Gavin did most of the time. But he always wanted to jump into Miles. The full moon just seemed to give him the permission he wanted so badly.

He pulled Miles in, so close he could feel every breath the man took, and plundered his mouth. When he pulled back to gasp for air, Miles let out a breathy little whimper but made no move to pull away.

“Come inside,” Gavin whispered to him. It was more an order than a request, but that didn’t seem to make a difference to Miles, who nodded without opening his eyes. A tiny smile played over his lips and he nodded again. Gavin didn’t wait for words, or for the man to change his mind. He picked him up and marched into the house.

He locked the front door behind him; they’d had enough trouble with strangers on the property that night.

Without another word, he carried Miles up the stairs to his space in the house.

The upstairs was open and airy, arranged like a huge faux log cabin, with exposed wood everywhere and no walls other than the ones partitioning off bathroom.

Miles, despite the fact that this was his first time inside the house, didn’t even look around. He kept watching Gavin, threading fingers through his hair and smiling, as though Gavin, with his boring dishwater-blond buzz cut and generic military-man square jaw, was the beautiful one.

He had no idea how Miles didn’t spend hours a day staring into the mirror, with those perfect curls and warm, loving eyes. It was always painful to look away.

So Gavin didn’t look away as he set Miles down, right on his bed. Without a word, he stripped off the man’s belt, with its gun and other accessories from his job, and set it on the bedside table. He wasn’t as careful with the rest of the deputy uniform, just tugged it off and tossed it behind him.

He needed to see Miles. All of Miles.

He was as beautiful as Gavin had imagined; slim and wiry, but by no means soft, covered with firm, smooth expanses of muscle. His jaw was stubbled after a very long day of work, and it scraped against Gavin’s fingertips.

He wanted to feel it on his thighs.

Twining his fingers through Miles’s dark curls, he pulled him up until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. His cock stood straight up, pressing into his belly, and his pupils were blown so wide his eyes looked black. They hadn’t done anything more than kiss, and already, he looked debauched.

He was staring at the bulge in Gavin’s jeans like he wanted to lick the denim.

“Miles.” When Gavin said his name, he looked up, staring into Gavin’s eyes for a moment before glancing away. Like a wolf would have.

So Gavin cupped his cheeks and turned his face up so he’d look at him again.

“I want you to unzip me. Then you’re going to take out my cock and suck it. Yes?”

Miles nodded, his breath hitching at the command. Gavin quirked a brow, so he practically breathed, “Yes.”

“Is that what you want, Miles?”

“Fuck, yes.” He seemed to grow bolder, since sex was clearly on the table. Like Gavin would have stripped him naked without intending to fuck him. “You know damn well I’ve wanted to suck your cock since our first date.”

It was a fair point. Miles had never been coy about what he wanted. Gavin had been the one holding back.

He tugged Miles’s hair again, pulling his head back, and bent down to claim his lips. As he leaned away, he bit that gorgeous, full lower lip. “Then get to work. Now.”

Miles’s hands shot up, trying to work the button of Gavin’s fly so quickly that his fingers almost tangled together. He paused, took a deep breath, and much more efficiently, slid the zipper down and the boxers out of the way.

When Gavin’s cock sprang free, Miles licked his lips, breathing shakily and reaching out to steady it. The look in his eyes turned determined as he leaned forward to lave the head with his tongue.

It didn’t take him long to wrap his lips around it and start pressing in, trying to fit the whole thing in his mouth. It wasn’t going to happen, but it was a damn fine effort.

“Mmm,” Miles hummed around it, looking up at Gavin, a question in his eyes.

Gavin’s heart melted a little. His sweet deputy wanted reassurance. That was easy enough to provide. “You’re so good, sweetheart.” He tightened his hand in Miles’s hair and pushed him forward a fraction, making him moan around his mouthful of cock. He liked a little manhandling too, it seemed. “Fuck, you’re just perfect, aren’t you?”

At that, Miles wrapped his arms around Gavin’s ass and pulled him in tight, forcing his dick as far back as it would go, throat spasming around the tip as he tried to keep from gagging.

Gavin moaned and threw his head back. He tried to find more words of praise, but sensation took over.

Miles slid up and then down again, choking himself on Gavin’s cock over and over, and all Gavin could do was mutter, “so perfect,” again and again.

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